[Takatora had left home, made his way to work, been in his office for an hour, and his hands still hadn't stopped shaking from the incident at the house. He'd been close, dangerously close to crossing a line with Mitsuzane he would be unable to return from. He couldn't allow himself that kind of mistake again, but even trying to push Mitsuzane away at times seemed to have the effect of Mitsuzane coming right back.
He had no idea what to do.
For now, Takatora sat with his elbows on his desk, his hands folded and his head resting against them, simply trying to calm down.]
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He had no idea what to do.
For now, Takatora sat with his elbows on his desk, his hands folded and his head resting against them, simply trying to calm down.]